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He was embarrassed by his nervousness, but then it wasn't every day that a man might set his

eyes on his future bride. Not that he was certain which of the girls filing past, heads bowed against the

too bright midday sun, might be the one he would call his wife. They were all strangers,

all newly arrived on the ship La Balan, and he wondered at their pallor. Their faces utterly drained of color.

Had it been a rough crossing?

That must be the answer, he thought.

Poor things had been trapped below decks by storms for what could have been weeks.

The girls glide it silently past, each holding tightly to a wooden box.

And then it happened.

So fast, he later hoped that he might have imagined it.

Prayed even that he imagined it.

The way the last girl in the procession tilted her head and met his eyes.

The way her lips parted.

Not in a smile, nothing so forward as that.

No, more like a flash of teeth.

And those teeth.

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